Retirement Blues

Staring at empty spaces

Time to  empty your closets

To gift-wrap unravelled knots.

The rapture of catching up on rainbows

But soon the euphoria of the void evaporates

Time hangs heavy…

Is it back to the grind?

The backbiting and the strain…?

The shackles of mediocrity?

Or. . . to let in the wind and the rain

The call of   faraway lands and of ventures new.

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